Quotations

The day I read the text that I read on the wall of a school came to mind. Writing of young people in love. After I'm dead, my head does not ask me. He was writing. The reason is that I have always lived her beautifully. He told me that I can not ask for an account because I have always lived my head beautifully. Do you think that you will not be asked if you die when you have a beautiful head?